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[erbier]

[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.

Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]

ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.

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[erbier]

[ Everything about him is so sharp and so poisonous. She's surprised he exposes it so thoughtlessly, but then she isn't. What else would such a wicked thing do but celebrate himself as if he has done nothing wrong? She withdraws a distance, her judgment of him obvious, icy. But neither has she fully receded. ]

( No. It was distasteful. Dreamless. Empty. )

[100mitsubishis]

[Oh, then she doesn't want his company? The ice hits him, but it fizzles, sparkles, more like metal meeting metal than a cold front to a hot. His grin doubles but he slows his pace. In this case, he is not a predator on purpose, but as a habit, and he is not hunting her, he is just always on the prowl.]

( Sounds like you don't know how to do it. )

[erbier]

[ There is something to that, at least. Some calm and control, she can appreciate that, although she still meets the sense of his grin with the determination of a frown. She is not a woman of frivolities or predation. She has always been the hunted, she has always been sensible and restrained, surviving despite the dire. ]

( No one dreams in the darkness when their symbiote weakens. )

[100mitsubishis]

[If Kavinsky lost all control, the world would smolder around him. Someone would die. Someone has died. He keeps that weak grasp on his worse nature because he has to person like everyone else. He has to survive without enemies piling up around him, building a wall that would box him into a corner. They're all of the same nest, now. They all have to play nicely together.

He ignores her honesty.]

( I'll teach you how, if you want. It's easy. )

[erbier]

[ Utterly suspicious, all but speaking to him over a shoulder, beautiful disdain, ]

( And what is it you think you will teach me? )

[100mitsubishis]

[Kavinsky normally kept girls around for mutual usage; they wanted to hang with his crew and get a front row seat, he had to keep up a front of being a ladies' man. Everyone won as long as they knew the only thing he loved was the race and the coke. But now that he's connected to this woman, it can't be the same trade-off. He doesn't have what she wants.]

( How to get a good night's sleep. )

[erbier]

[ Something sharp rises in her in kind, a kind of threat that is not directed at him, not precisely. ]

( The sleeping are weak. Vulnerable. )

[ Easy to kill. She knows because she has seen it happen, seen the shadows of the night sneak up upon the caravan and rip those who dared to sleep to pieces. Bones snapping. Meat shredding. The sounds echo. ]

[100mitsubishis]

( Not all of them. )

[She can deny him. She can hate him. She can deny sleep. She can hate sleep. All her choices are her own. But he'll pry at her, a gentle lockpick's touch, because there's nothing he can't do with a nap. Despite the truth twisted though her telling of a dreamless sleep, Kavinsky's determined it could never happen to him. That realm has his name painted on it-- his address beneath. Return if lost.]

( Up to you, babe. I'll be here. )

[erbier]

[ Ah, she hates that, and she corrects him frigidly, ]

( Ilde. )

[100mitsubishis]

( Kavinsky. Offer stands. )

[erbier]

( Kavinsky. You should keep your vices to yourself. )

[ There is trouble enough in the Hive. There is already Petre, whom she detests, without this soulless boy run on addiction infecting those around him. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[The immediacy of his reply should really grate.]

( Not gonna happen. If you try it, you'll like it. )

[erbier]

[ She has her addiction. She had spent years of her life intoxicated on the boiling magic of the Godking, inebriated in him and his madness and his power... This new life, so far away from Him, has freed her. Given her back her mind, her first chance at a life that is her own, not one ruled by death nor insanity.

(But she lets the Darkling amplify her all the same, breathes in his Grisha blackness because it reminds her so much of--)]

( What a pathetic argument. )

[ As haughty as a princess, just as hypocritical. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[Kavinsky's addiction has always been his own. From his first snort and the following swallow, he's owned it. His enjoyment has never slackened and since he left Jersey, he's never been owned. Everyone should know that joy. It's consuming, but the stomach lining is so soft.]

( You can find me if you change your mind. )

[erbier]

( I won't. )

[ Stern as steel, but... they are Hive now. They are connected. The itch they both knows is a rope between them now. ]